[ What did she just say? The edges of Denji's eyes expand, about to take Aki's question as an accusation or a preempt to a scolding. In other words, an attack to take the defensive approach to. She's too slow to cover her ass, though, because suddenly her roommate's saying this and doing that, and it's like she's being ambushed from every direction in the cruelest kind of guerilla warfare imaginable.
Aki pins half her shirt up, nearly revealing the shapely curve of her breast; just a moment ago, it was Denji's hand there sliding up her side, touching that old wound, so what's with the white noise jamming any attempt she makes to think? Is this just Aki's way of making a fool of her again?
Finally, she can't take it any more. ]
But you just said…!
[ Her brow flickers, hesitation delaying the finishing of the thought. That was the worst one — but then, the one she's showing her right now is the also the one Denji's directly responsible for. The new skin, tender and sensitive, as thin as the plastic film they place over a plate of leftovers to keep it from going bad. Back then, she told her that her repayment would be in the form of dealing with Eternity, letting herself maw and be mawed by that coward devil.
She's not sure if Aki ever confirmed that it was enough. She just figured her debt was resolved…
Seeming to come to some kind of conclusion on her own, Denji gulps and makes a pulled back expression, like a puppy whose ears are nearly sunken to her head, who knows she's on the verge of being shamed and punished. Directed to her crate for the night. This time, when her mouth intersects with Aki's scar, her lips slightly part and pucker around the skin, pulling a gentle fold of it into her mouth without meaning to. It's salt that prickles her taste buds — also a hint of something chemical. Could be from her body lotion? Whatever it is, it smells better than it permeates her tongue. Maybe that's why Denji's nose nudges up into her armpit and she takes the huge breath that she does before pulling off from her.
"Pulling off", but she doesn't even really get but a few centimeters away. ]
If I do this to your other ones… uh, is that considered collecting interest?
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Aki pins half her shirt up, nearly revealing the shapely curve of her breast; just a moment ago, it was Denji's hand there sliding up her side, touching that old wound, so what's with the white noise jamming any attempt she makes to think? Is this just Aki's way of making a fool of her again?
Finally, she can't take it any more. ]
But you just said…!
[ Her brow flickers, hesitation delaying the finishing of the thought. That was the worst one — but then, the one she's showing her right now is the also the one Denji's directly responsible for. The new skin, tender and sensitive, as thin as the plastic film they place over a plate of leftovers to keep it from going bad. Back then, she told her that her repayment would be in the form of dealing with Eternity, letting herself maw and be mawed by that coward devil.
She's not sure if Aki ever confirmed that it was enough. She just figured her debt was resolved…
Seeming to come to some kind of conclusion on her own, Denji gulps and makes a pulled back expression, like a puppy whose ears are nearly sunken to her head, who knows she's on the verge of being shamed and punished. Directed to her crate for the night. This time, when her mouth intersects with Aki's scar, her lips slightly part and pucker around the skin, pulling a gentle fold of it into her mouth without meaning to. It's salt that prickles her taste buds — also a hint of something chemical. Could be from her body lotion? Whatever it is, it smells better than it permeates her tongue. Maybe that's why Denji's nose nudges up into her armpit and she takes the huge breath that she does before pulling off from her.
"Pulling off", but she doesn't even really get but a few centimeters away. ]
If I do this to your other ones… uh, is that considered collecting interest?